Run run run, from the falling rain
seeking shelter from the struggle
seeking shelter from the strain.
Hop hop hop, across the empty streets,
running from the water's bellow,
running from the water's feats.
Gasp, gasp, gasp, as you see a yellow light
you let out a final sigh,
as your heart looses it's last fight.
Pain, pain, pain, your bones seem to cry
the tire tracks on your body,
the tire tracks where you lie,
Alas the rain drops have come to say goodbye
You are important to them.
They're here to watch you die.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
When did we grow up?
When did we stop crying,
and start pretending we were okay?
When did our parents
stop asking us what was wrong
if we were silent?
When did the world
with all it's pressure
start telling us that we should be able
to bear it's burdens?
When were we taught
not to cry out when we needed help?
When were we made
to smile and nod
as the ever present necessity to succeed
claws at us with it's poisonous fangs
and gnaws at our already mangled body?
When did we grow up?
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 7:44 AM UTC
You rejoiced in my love,
and reveled in my embrace
And so, I will love you as well.
I will embrace you as if
I were freezing
I will kiss you as if
I were starving
And I will love you as if,
It is the only thing I know.
But once I'm done,
You will soon realize,
the most painful thing,
about falling in love;
Is when you hit the ground.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:18 AM UTC
The seemingly burning circle
is the halo upon my head
and the cold metal trigger,
delivers my medicine of lead.
The warm steel is my epitaph
of resentment and regret
as my frigid body embraces
this relief giving threat.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:58 AM UTC
My throat can get awfully dry lately.
I suppose it is from water loss.
I ask you to pass the water from
across the table.
But I remember what happened.
And instead he stands up to get it himself.
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
Body of beauty
body of grace
tied up neatly
in a bow of lace.
hands making haste
mind and body in a rush
lips yearning for a taste.
by cheeks red from blush.
Unwrapped, revealed
what's underneath
an explosive treasure
now unconcealed
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:44 AM UTC
How different would
a man's life be.
Should he have never
met the sea.
Not know would he
of water's breath stealing sight
or the waves tumultuous melody
or the sun as it sinks into night.
Lost would be such a delight
often overlooked by normal man
to bare witness to a great might
and revel in a marvelous plan.
Mar 26, 2014
Mar 26, 2014 at 10:35 AM UTC
Being a star is hard work.
As I shine all through the night,
keeping up my brilliant light,
and struggling to be a pleasant sight.
I realize,
there are so many others
that are
alight.
Being a star, is hard work.
Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
I seek solace in the accompaniment
of the lonely three legged bar stool.
I sit, lean and rest myself upon it
And rely on it, like I never could with you.
I speak with the barkeep,
his words comforting and kind
he leaves to serve others yet returns
he returns like you never did.
I drink spirit after spirit,
as it eases the pain
and keeps me warm
something you can no longer do.
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
Roommate Wanted;
Dorm includes:
Kitchen,
With complete set of
appliances and a table
meant for two.
Living Room,
with a coffee table , tv
and the sofa we used to
watch movies and cry on.
A Bathroom,
with hot water and
lonely showers.
A bedroom,
with a half empty
king sized bed
And closet space
which used to house the shoes
you walked away from me in.
For inquiries please call this number:
Mar 12, 2014
Mar 12, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC